Lillibet has always has odd moments and this is no exception. We have a hedgehog holding open the bathroom door, not a real one of course, that kind wouldn't sit holding open doors, nope, this is the stuffed kind and it had moved?
Lillibet took it upon herself to stalk it from the bedroom and kept sitting up to get a better view, just like meercats do to get a better view of their surroundings and play lookout for eagles and such like, but never stuffed hedgehogs!
She had the whole house wondering what to make of this strange behaviour. In a home environment, I can't really see it's use? I mean, I am the one that should be looking at stuff with a strange eye. It is me that Simon the Vet has put on a small dose of Tramadol which allegedly was suppose to make me sleepy, but instead I could see birds and butterflies, moths and spiders in everything. I have hallucinated my self through three days of whirrment and not once did I do this to get a better look at a stuffed toy. I did so much running and jumping, OK, some of the jumping was a bit hit and miss, but it got a laugh or two out of the Parentals, more so this a meercat impression of Lillibets.
So, you may ask, why have I been put on such heavy duty opiates? Well I had an altercation with some milk residue. It made me vomit all over the house. I did it all over just for ManSlave to find. Oh how he swore at me. I then used two trays to leave some liquid gold in. Momma gave me some 'glue your bum up paste' but that made me even worse. It has Soya oil in it and by goodness that was worse than the milk. Then Momma gave me red powder which is for cats with terrible tummies. That was fun too. So after all this experimenting to make my Chocolate gold return to normal, I was whisked off to Simon and unceremoniously 'de-flowered' with the FURMOMETER! YAWP. There really is no need. Surly my skin tells you if I am in a fever? I went pink and yelled and paddled away and swore a bit to no avail. It was announced that I might just have something a little suspect in my gut - yeah...A FURMOMETER AND NO FOOD! I am starving hungry all the time and can't keep any Noms in. I don't mind these 10 tiny meals a day, but I am not getting extra, just a few kibble at one time... I could fade away between meals I tell ya. I may not be here next week to monitor kitten deliveries. I may have shriveled into a tiny heap of hunger.
KS =^..^=
Lillibet took it upon herself to stalk it from the bedroom and kept sitting up to get a better view, just like meercats do to get a better view of their surroundings and play lookout for eagles and such like, but never stuffed hedgehogs!
She had the whole house wondering what to make of this strange behaviour. In a home environment, I can't really see it's use? I mean, I am the one that should be looking at stuff with a strange eye. It is me that Simon the Vet has put on a small dose of Tramadol which allegedly was suppose to make me sleepy, but instead I could see birds and butterflies, moths and spiders in everything. I have hallucinated my self through three days of whirrment and not once did I do this to get a better look at a stuffed toy. I did so much running and jumping, OK, some of the jumping was a bit hit and miss, but it got a laugh or two out of the Parentals, more so this a meercat impression of Lillibets.
So, you may ask, why have I been put on such heavy duty opiates? Well I had an altercation with some milk residue. It made me vomit all over the house. I did it all over just for ManSlave to find. Oh how he swore at me. I then used two trays to leave some liquid gold in. Momma gave me some 'glue your bum up paste' but that made me even worse. It has Soya oil in it and by goodness that was worse than the milk. Then Momma gave me red powder which is for cats with terrible tummies. That was fun too. So after all this experimenting to make my Chocolate gold return to normal, I was whisked off to Simon and unceremoniously 'de-flowered' with the FURMOMETER! YAWP. There really is no need. Surly my skin tells you if I am in a fever? I went pink and yelled and paddled away and swore a bit to no avail. It was announced that I might just have something a little suspect in my gut - yeah...A FURMOMETER AND NO FOOD! I am starving hungry all the time and can't keep any Noms in. I don't mind these 10 tiny meals a day, but I am not getting extra, just a few kibble at one time... I could fade away between meals I tell ya. I may not be here next week to monitor kitten deliveries. I may have shriveled into a tiny heap of hunger.
KS =^..^=
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